Looking rosy just like you painted it for me.
A little girl inside
reaches out for a morning smile-
a must-do ritual
to call for a deserved, well-timed sunrise.
Every heartbeat is drumming for joy,
an ultimate confirmation of God’s ways
of answering a prayer before it is said.
I keep seeing heart-shaped clouds in the sky
Your name is my shelter, my cradle of hope,
The only reason
to prefer beginnings to happy-endings
and still be in love.